When I wake up... You will be here

Chapter 62

The beginning of the end –part 1-

Harry’s P.O.V.

It was seven in the morning and I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. Emma slept on my left side. She had her head on my chest. She had one leg over mine and her arms hugging me tightly. I ran my fingers through her hair. Her white skin contrasted with mine a bit tanned and covered in ink.

‘“Why you fell in love with her?”’ The question that Jade made me yesterday rumbled in my thoughts.

I fell in love with her ​​for her smile... No, it was for how she pronounced my name... No, it was for how her fingers fit perfectly between mine, for the way she hugged and kissed me. For the way she always made ​​me smile. For how she was always there for me and how she had never made me aside.

I passed the tips of my fingers through her skin. I frowned as I focused on every spot of her skin... They looked different, but I knew all of them.

Emma opened her eyes abruptly and I withdrew my hand. She stood up so abruptly that I thought she was going to fall. She put a hand over her mouth as she walked to the bathroom. I got out of bed and followed her to the bathroom. She held tightly to the toilet while vomiting.

I knelt beside her. With one of my hands I held her and with the other I pulled back her hair from her face. Her stomach contracted violently and a thin layer of sweat began to appear on her forehead. I put my face on her back. It was still astride but that nothing came from his mouth. Her breathing was agitated.

She closed the lid and pulled the lever. She dropped tired in my arms. Tears coming out from her eyes.

“It’s okay babe, calm down.”

I helped her stand up. She walked to the sink and brushed her teeth several times. She rinsed her mouth with a little tap water. She returned to bed and snuggled under the covers.

“What was that?” I asked sitting next to her. “Are you sick?”

Emma stayed some seconds in silence and then sligtly nodded.

“Yesterday Perrie and I eat Indian food....” She said bringing her legs to her chest and hugging them.

I raised an eyebrow. Indian Food? What the hell...?

Emma pulled the sheets making herself a lump under these. I winced. If she was sick I had to look after her. I held her against my chest, she snuggled, burying her face in my neck. Emma moved her index finger on the skin of my chest. I kissed her forehead and took my phone.

I sent a couple of messages saying that I wouldn’t go today because Emma was sick. After a while Emma fell asleep in my arms. I pulled the strands of hair from her face. I closed my eyes tightly. The guilt was hanging over me like a black shadow. I knew I had no right to be there. I had failed to her, in the worst way posible.

And knowing what I had done I had the nerve to look at her and hold her as if nothing had happened. Unconsciously I began to stroke her belly with my thumb. She didn’t move.

My phone vibrated against the bedside table. I took it and opened the message sender without noticing the sender.

“Where are you?”

Jade.

“I don’t want to see you.” I replay with sincerity.

The only reason why I had been with her, and now I just realized, was to fill the fill that I had when Emma was not here.

“Oh, are you with the blind girl? Did she already open the eyes?”

“Don’t call her like that, stop talking to me.”